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Adios Amigo

Friday, January 21st, 2011

I got word last night that Peligro passed away yesterday morning. It seems Momma vR woke up  to get her day going and Peli never did. I had come to terms with his age and his failing health, and I’m glad he passed at home. But he was still my dog, and losing a dog is a tough game. I’m gonna miss his glacial lean technique. He’d come up and take a seat next to you, and then a minute later you’d realize he was just leaning, full force, against your leg. Sneak attack set to maximum!

If you feel the need, put a fist in the air for Peligro. I’d appreciate it.

So long buddy.

*olderbroder shown for scale.

A picture is worth blah blah blah

Tuesday, January 11th, 2011

Sometimes it amazes me that it takes so long for lunatics to get caught. Por ejemplo, yesterday I was internetting about when I stumbled on this dude looking back at me from the BBC home page:

MOTHERFUCK! certainly someone had to see that dude before and think, “yo, that dude is crazy.” Now I’m not a big fan of Tom Cruise, nor do I condone Minority Report-ing people but c’mon, sometimes you just know. When he went to go buy his guns-n-ammo the guy behind the counter should have immediately called the police and said, “Yo, this dude is crazy. He kind of looks like the type that snap off a few shots at a grocery store. Straight up lunatic. Nelly style. Batter up!”

But this is not the first time we’ve seen this, especially from the BBC. Remember when this cat was staring back at you?

Look at that guy. A man who looks like that only does 2 things in life. Drinks some beer and locks his own daughter in secret room below his house where he rapes her and fathers his own grandchildren. And it seems like he was already out of beer. Foolish dude at the hardware store was like “Oh, Joseph what are you building today.” and Daddy Gramps was like “Just adding on the the secret room under my house where I keep my daughter and the kids I’ve fathered with her.” And the hardware store dude slapped him a hoch funf.

Look at the dude. Creeper McGreeper. Even his facebook relationship status was “married to my wife and in a an open relationship with my daughter.” His favorite movie was listed as, “I don’t watch movies, but I really like what Roman Polanski has done.” The guy never saw Chinatown because he is Chinatown.

Moral of the blog: Those dudes at the Hardware store know how to keep a secret.

The What’s What.

Monday, January 10th, 2011

Pagina una:

As of late I’ve been huckstering some product, trying to convince people that mustaches are a good thing and should be celebrated. On the inside, I regard a mustache as the sign of someone not to be trusted. A rogue. A scoundrel. A  ne’er-do-well. A knave. A shitbag. This is very similar to the feelings I get when women tell me they have to be up early on Sunday morning to morning. I kinda want to ask, “You’re kidding, right?” Man, if I knew it was going to be that kind of party, I would have never even let you in.

I’ll keep you posted on this.

Pagina dos:

Somebody is putting their hands up for Detroit:

Look at that car, MFer, and tell me my city doesn’t get gritty. Sheeeeeeitttttttt! Even the Silver Spurt is looking more like a Hazy Shade of Winter. And if the Spurt is Simon and Garfunkel, this rig must be Procol Harem.

Pagina Tres:

Art (not Garfunkel)

Pagina Cuatro:

Jocks: If there is a Seakkle vs Green’s Bay NFC championship I will challenge A Man to a Blogger Championship.  Man, I feel like Ted Dibiase issuing that kind of challenge. HOGAN!

Johnny Five:

I haven’t been out on the shrad but for one day this year. However, I’ve been at the bike park twice in the past week. You figure it out.

North

Monday, December 27th, 2010

The snow is deep ’round here and this is how we get around.

Later we’re going out to bring down a walrus, so we can keep the lamps going.

’tis the season and what not.

Wednesday, December 15th, 2010

Holiday cards are going to start rolling in. I’m stoked this one came before all the others.

Big thanks to Lorenius.

FYI: She made this card on her very own letterpresser/meat slicer. In your face store-bought card sending bitches!

Back in Action

Tuesday, December 7th, 2010

It starts like any normal weekend. I met up with the usual crew to grab a couple drinks, and before you know it I’ve got a raging case of the hiccups. No big deal, right. They’ll go away.

Nope.

Then they turned painful. And after like 2 hours and these bitches getting progressively worse I had to jump ship. I was out. At home, I shoved  a couple fingers down my throat. Halted those hiccups with some ProAnaMia stylings and eventually went to sleep.

Sunday I wake and after a couple hours the hiccups return. Death match this time. Forced them out again. And by the time the returned a third time I was fevered, curled up on the couch  in the throws of a sickness.  So it’s been a couple of days of fever in, fever out and sleeping fully dressed in my sleeping bag under my covers but I’m back now. I’m not going to claim 100 percent, but I’ll say 75 percent, which is like 110 percent of an average human being.

Excuses excuses.

The Catch Up

Friday, December 3rd, 2010

Part One: Book Reading

I just finished reading this book:

It’s great, especially if you are into words. It’s total insanity. Tigers, man. Tigers. And Russia.

Part Dos: Action Sports

I finally got around to ordering a snowboard for the season. Now I need to score up some bindings. I snoozed and loozed and the bindings I wanted were gone. I was kinda hoping Jussi would leave me some when he came through town. He would have been like the binding Santer Claus.

I also need my outerwear to show up one of these days. This is key because there is the rumor of snow finally arriving this weekend.

I haven’t been this unprepared for winter since the days of sorels and busted kemper high-backs.

To get ready I’ve been watching this:

Prospecting Idaho Episode # 3 from smith optics on Vimeo.

Scotty Lago gets rad, and that’s always worth watching.

C section: The C is silent

Night three. Get with it:

Quads:

Background. Spaceballs. VHS. Thanks to Larsma for the pic

I Only Go Out At Night

Thursday, September 30th, 2010

Mega productive evening last night. Did some laundry, did some Yobeating, then I went to watch these dudes play music:

Mucho agua clara going on here. Fucking fantastic show. Saw so many old heads. Good to see the grind is finally paying off for them. I was enjoying it because it’s really great music. Then this girl comes out:

She and Noyes duo-slaughter it on this one. This pic is even radder because Ryan Olson is in the back making it. Half way through the show he’s back there smoking cigs. Breaking laws. Reckless. This whole thing gets hyped up as JV creation but once you get into, you can tell it’s so heavily influence by RO and where his musical adventures have taken him. Whatever. Really really good.

Runner Up

Looks like a typical Dodge Neon, correct? Plus a little towing information. Standard for the beer city. But look again.

Boom!

The Green Bay special edition.

Now I have one more thing to really dislike about that town, I mean apart from the entire fucking city just not making sense.

One Point Twenty-One Jiggawatts!

Thursday, September 23rd, 2010

Hopped in the DeLorean for a minute last night, landed in 1993 and got on this shit:

It’s good. You should probably listen to it. Granted it’s not Slack Motherfucker, but it’s also not 17 years ago. And Learned to Surf and Crossed Wires are straight-up anthems. It’s got a lot of what made gritty alt-rock rad.

Go get it. In fact buy two.

Also picked up this last night:

But I haven’t watched it yet. I’m not sure if I’m supposed to call this “Ninety-one Ninety-one,” gigi” or just “The Gigi movie.” I guess it doesn’t matter it’s going to be hard for a movie about Gigi to go wrong. I’ll let you know about the sloooooow-motion work tomorrow.

Add this to my list of things not to trust

Tuesday, September 21st, 2010

1. Women
2.  The Chairlifts at Devil’s Head Ski Area
3. This dude: